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[Myitt]

"And if we were in public, they might decide to fire indiscriminately, anyway," Myitt says.  "Weren't we concerned about him bringing an army in broad daylight, downtown?  No matter, it's your decision.  If everyone's okay with it I'll send it, and then we wait.  Who knows?  Maybe Zorish will believe Hadrin and connect the dots enough for Zorish to place a direct call to you, Terenia.  He will need you for this."

[Chad32]

<He did it. Keshin actually did it.> Sukohn said to himself. He got up and started going out the back door, making sure Keshin saw him leave. They could make the transaction there, and he could make the downpayment before he left. After his success, he would give her a much larger sum.

[Terenia]

"Yippee," Terenia says, rolling her eyes, "I'm thrilled."

Abruptly, she drops the sarcasm and rubs her hands together, "Alright, so before you send this we should probably make sure we have our order of events figured out. You send your guy this message, he tells Zorish. Zorish, sensing an opportunity, contacts the only Andalite in the galaxy who can be bossed around by a Yeerk, me. I guarantee you he will want me to be with him at all times so that I can't trick him. In fact, he'll probably want me to meet him in orbit, especially if he suspects a trap.

Once he lands, though...then what? You guys jump out of the bushes and yell "boo?" Stun him? That seems kind of vague..."

[Myitt]

"Either Ossanlin and Claxter put on the ruse of a New Mexico farmer looking to make a buck off of some UFO fanatic--" She pauses and adds, "God help us--or I can see if my friend in Albuquerque can drive down and help you out.  My--our human friend."  Myitt gently taps the side of her head.  "No extra baggage.  And he's trustworthy, still helps out the rebellion on occasion, and we watch him to make sure he stays free of any trouble from the Empire.  Used to live in Santa Barbara, for the short time we were there."  She shrugs and looks away, back at the holoscreen hovering in front of her.  "He's a little eccentric, but who else would make friends with someone from another planet?  Looking back, it was very dangerous for him."

[Hunter]

((gah! stupid irl getting in the way of my RAFtime... but the upside to my nonRAFlife, is that i'm earning nearly $460 a week!))

Startling awake, he only just realised that he'd somehow fallen asleep while remaining seated, yet not falling off his bar stool, scratching behind his ear, he poured himself another glass of Jack, and he said to no one inparticular, "Sure is quiet today"

[Darth Revan]

Thordon woke up out of his self-fabricated stupor and said, "Indeed. Most of the action has left the bar and seeked outward sources. Of course, if there was too much action, I'm not certain this bar could survive."

[Chad32]

(At this point I don't know if sukohn will be stopped at the bar, or on Earth by Oss. I guess we'll have to play it out.)

[Myitt]

Hearing no other remarks, Myitt gives the message another glance before sending it out.

"Now we'll just have to see if our friend Hadrin is just as quick this time around," she says flatly.  "Terenia, if Zorish attempts to contact you, will he be able to find you via remote comm link?  Or will you have to hang around your ship, waiting?"

[Shenmue654]

((Hard to say. But someone has to, or Sukohn is not from the same dimension as Ossanlin, Keshin, Claxter, and Myitt. Going to sleep very soon. : ) But I'll post. ))

Keshin notes Sukohn's departure and grins. He must have realized that I have the names. I'll be right out there. Keshin then turns to Elayne and holds out his hand for a shake, winking. "Pleasure doing business with you, ma'am. I hate to leave you hanging but I have to deliver the names in question. When I come back, you just warn me when you need a pilot. I'll be hanging around in the bar."

<Compared ta most jobs, this is goin' real well.>

<Yeah, no kidding. We haven't even gotten shot yet.>

[Luke Skywalker (Ossanlin)]

<Yes...>  Ossanlin taps a hoof.  <I accept your apology Terenia, and I'm sorry that you're not in control of your own actions, you must feel as desperate as Efaen.  Of course we're looking to remedy all that.>  He pauses a moment before continuing.  <Of course...why not just plant a stun mine inside the Escafil reproduction?  Perfect!  We can disguise it with andalite-technology so that he cannot scan the device accurately...they should have no records that match Escafil technology.  Then we can trigger the mine remotely, thus incapacitating any beings within a 5 meter radius.  Any stragglers we can take care of with shredder or dracon stun shots.  Of course if you're in range, Terenia, you'll fall victim as well.  We can wake you with pheromones almost immediately...but that would be something you would have to approve.  Or you could try and get outside the radius before we detonate the device if you think that would be possible.>  Ossanlin shrugs.  <Then we take Tamara and Zorish as well as the cube replica and abscond to the Mirage.  Mission accomplished eh?>

Ossanlin looks over to Myitt again.  <If your friend is willing to help, it would be much appreciated.  I would ask you to let him know that it would be extremely dangerous however.  I don't know who should be the vendor as it is most likely that Zorish will destroy that person.  Perhaps if your friend would like to set up a human habitation at that location...some sort of building...we can then place the replica inside and the place can be vacant as if the vendor has gone to town for supplies or some such...>

[KitsuneMarie]

Elayne's eyes followed Sukhon out of the bar and, without a word she accepted Keshin's hand and shook it, looking more confident about what she had just done than she felt. She suddenly understood: the names had been asked by Sukhon, the one person in the bar who made her feel the most uncomfortable. "I'll let you know," she told Keshin and then stood, making her way back towards Mar, leaving her empty glass on the table behind her.

[Myitt]

"He knows the risks," Myitt says stiffly.  "I just have to make sure he doesn't have a date or something."

<Matthew?  Yeah, a date with a Star Trek panel,> Tara crows.  <Look, why don't we just go ourselves?  I hate throwing him into this.>

<Don't get your hopes up too high.  We may still be going along, if he can't help us.  I hate it too, but the fact is, if he's captured he can't give away the location of the rebellion, or much else for that matter.>

<Yeah, still feeling a bit guilty about that, huh?>

<I won't even dignify that with an answer.>

<Hah.>

Myitt looks up after the brief pause, suddenly adding, "Ossanlin, have I mentioned you're a genius?  Hiding a stun mine and disguising its presence, I could kiss you!  Haha!  Hopefully then no one will get hurt, and you get the goods.  I'll get to work on a halfway decent Escafil replica, okay?"

[Terenia]

Terenia raises her eyebrows, "Sure, why not? Getting knocked out by a stun mine has always been on my bucket list. No pain, no gain, right?"

<You are suddenly in a good mood,> Efaen comments.

<It's called sarcasm,> Terenia scowls, <I don't have any choice but to go along with them and get knocked out in the process? Psh. I have a right to be fake-perky.>

"Well, then," Terenia says, clapping her hands together and grinning wide, "if we've got all of that settled, I think I'll go back to the bar until we're ready to depart. I have a remote communicator. I won't be able to get any actual communications through without being on my ship, but they can beep me...works kind of like a pager, I guess. I think I'm going to need me a good stiff drink. You know, to prepare."

She turns to leave, but the hatch is closed, so she glances back at Myitt, "care to let a girl out? Don't worry, I won't run."

[Chad32]

<It looks like we have a solid plan. Maybe we can do this.> Claxter said. <The stun mine idea is actually quite good. Something I didn't think of. Make the device itsself the trap.>

Sukohn waited patiently out the back of the bar for Keshin. He was starting to feel good.

[Myitt]

"Is it bad that I could use a drink, too?" Myitt murmurs, closing down the computer and punching something into her personal communicator.  "Open exterior hatch, please, computer.  Ramp extension."

The doorway in the Skimmer's cabin melts open again.  From outside it appears to have opened in thin air, a foot or so off the ground.  A ramp hisses out of its invisible threshold and extends to the ground.

She turns back to the pool room with a sigh.  "I have the soldering tools, just need the scrap metal.  I wonder where that big floating grey thing went, he seemed helpful in a pinch with this sort of stuff."

Her link crackles and an excited male voice answers.

"-chhk-Oh my God.  Shh, shh, will you guys be quiet..." There's a pause, and Myitt frowns down at the little black square in her hand.  "...sorry," the voice continues, almost whispering, "the guys don't know anything about this, I had to tell them it was a police scanner.  Can you imagine how hard it is to keep this from them?"  The man, or young man, is almost squealing with concealed glee.

"Yeah, I'm sure it's terrible, Matthew," says Myitt.  "Listen, I uh, I need you to do something for me."

There's a bit of silence on the other end.

"Hello?" says Myitt.

"No, I'm here," says Matthew.  "It's something bad, isn't it?  Something dangerous."

"I just need you to--"

"No, you wouldn't be calling me unless you needed me to do something reckless.  Something you couldn't risk yourself."

"Will you shut up and listen to me?" Myitt snaps, running a hand through her hair.  She sighs, exasperated.  "I need you to drive to Roswell.  The end of County Road 51, east side of town, look it up on Mapquest or something.  Rent a shed or something in Roswell and bring it out there on the truck.  I can pay you back for the expenses.  There's going to be a meeting.  Either me, or a friend of mine named either Ossanlin or Claxter will be giving you a small blue box.  Someone else is going to want to buy it from you.  He's going to meet you there at ten AM, the day after tomorrow."  She paces, a characteristic of Tara's when she's on the phone, and especially when she's nervous.  "It's going to be dangerous, yes.  There will be a person with this girl who wants to meet you.  She may look like her twin sister, or she may be...you know.  Centaur-like."

"Okay.  Okay, got it," Matthew replies, sounding worried.  "I can try to call in to work on Wednesday..."

"Matthew, this is serious business," says Myitt.   "I don't want anything to happen to you, so just give the woman whatever she wants.  Give up the box, it's not worth a fight.  It's part of our little plan, you see."

"And I'm the pawn."

"Don't think of it that way.  Are you sure you can do this?"

"....Yes.  Yeah.  Yeah, I can.  Should I contact you when it's overwith?"

"I'll be in touch with you, don't worry," says Myitt grimly.  "Just please be careful.  And not a word of this to your little friends, do you understand me?"

"Oh man, they'd never believe me anyway," Matthew says wearily.  "I've gotta go, it's my roll.  Take care of yourself.  Both of you.  Okay?"

"Okay, Matthew," says Myitt.  She ceases the transmission and looks around.  "Scrap metal.  Right.  Need scrap metal."